somewhere else.

I just wanna be touched. I wanna be touched in a way that only a certain person can touch me. The kind of touch that makes you discover new things about yourself. Like, that you are ticklish on the right side of your lower back. Oh and I wanna be held. I wanna be held so tight so that I forget everything that’s happening in the world around. My only worry is when I’ll be let go. Truth is, I don’t wanna be let go because once I’m let go there’s no telling when I’ll be held again.